The year was 1986. The United States Navy had recruited some of the most skilled pilots in the world to learn the lost art of ariel combat. These were men who had graduated top of their class. But the living quarters at the Marine Corps Air Station were anything but prestigious. Rows of metal beds lined each side of the dorm, and any space in between was occupied with the pilots’ bags and memorabilia: souvenirs from travels abroad and faded … Continue reading Top Bunk